The inventive Final Destination series continues with this fourth movie, a especially breezy 84-minutes that feels hastily cobbled together, in which a group, this time a particularly wooden bunch of teens, cheat Death by foreseeing and escaping a freak accident, this time involving racecars at a speedway, only for Death to turn up again - and again - determined to settle the score; like always, Death takes the form of grisly Rube Goldberg machines ending in eye trauma, decapitation and the like and a few of these machines are so effective they could be used in a government campaign for workplace safety, but there is also a good number of other scenes in this particular FD instalment that are just lazily conceived moments of bloodsplatter.
★★☆☆☆
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